Tried to negotiate.
Sep. 12th, 2004 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyrasantae
Okay.
So I pulled on my creepy Jedi robe over my pyjamas, strapped on my knife belt (keeping it behind me, of course, out of sight), and went over next door...I had to stand by the door for a little while until the music was less loud enough for me to pound on the door with any chance of them hearing it. My heart was pounding with worry. Were they going to be so drunk that they were going to attack me the moment I interrupted their party?
It's a girls' flat over there, and they had lots of guys over...and they were really goddamn drunk. And by that I mean farking goddamn drunk. Beer cans carpeting the floor and tables. And other bottles too. I tried to tell them that it's a bit loud and I was trying to sleep, but he who answered the door was goddamn drunk so, uh, I guess it went in one ear and out the other. Whatever. I turned around and walked back down their stairwell.
There were a couple of guys talking on the phone down in the mall, I guess they were enjoying the, uh, entertainment of drunken singing or something.
Just as I was about to open the door over to my own stairwell, a girl comes out from their stairwell, says, "hey where's that girl?" and then finds me. I'm guessing she's the hostess of the party, since she was sober, and she said she'd try to turn it down and close all of the windows and see if that helps. If not then she'll try to break it up.
Indeed it's quieter now (barely, but quieter nonetheless), but I don't think there's much I can do about the drunken singing. I guess I'll just try to sleep. But I feel so cozy with my robe and my knife on me I'm facing the dilemma of whether I really really want to sleep or not, just so I can feel all special dressed like this.
Hopefully this is all I'll have to say about Night of Hell.
So I pulled on my creepy Jedi robe over my pyjamas, strapped on my knife belt (keeping it behind me, of course, out of sight), and went over next door...I had to stand by the door for a little while until the music was less loud enough for me to pound on the door with any chance of them hearing it. My heart was pounding with worry. Were they going to be so drunk that they were going to attack me the moment I interrupted their party?
It's a girls' flat over there, and they had lots of guys over...and they were really goddamn drunk. And by that I mean farking goddamn drunk. Beer cans carpeting the floor and tables. And other bottles too. I tried to tell them that it's a bit loud and I was trying to sleep, but he who answered the door was goddamn drunk so, uh, I guess it went in one ear and out the other. Whatever. I turned around and walked back down their stairwell.
There were a couple of guys talking on the phone down in the mall, I guess they were enjoying the, uh, entertainment of drunken singing or something.
Just as I was about to open the door over to my own stairwell, a girl comes out from their stairwell, says, "hey where's that girl?" and then finds me. I'm guessing she's the hostess of the party, since she was sober, and she said she'd try to turn it down and close all of the windows and see if that helps. If not then she'll try to break it up.
Indeed it's quieter now (barely, but quieter nonetheless), but I don't think there's much I can do about the drunken singing. I guess I'll just try to sleep. But I feel so cozy with my robe and my knife on me I'm facing the dilemma of whether I really really want to sleep or not, just so I can feel all special dressed like this.
Hopefully this is all I'll have to say about Night of Hell.
